Vancouver, Tuesday, afternoon shift, rain doing that thing where it never really starts or stops. Café run across town, the quiet kind of fare where nobody needs anything from anybody. Young guy gets in, hoodie, headphones around his neck, boards under his arm. Says nothing till he spots the sticker on my dash. Small orange circle with a B on it. You too, huh, he says, and grins like we're both in the same secret club that isn't secret anymore. Turns out he works remotely, saves in Bitcoin, tips in it too. Been stacking since he was nineteen. Never talks about price, says that part is boring. The interesting part, he says, is not asking permission. Ride ends, he pulls up my QR on his phone, scans it before the meter even stops moving. Notification lands before the door closes. The tip was fatter than the fare. Rain kept drizzling. The meter read zero. The day read better than most nights. Some fares pay you money. This one paid me back for the sticker. None of this happened. All of it is true. #nightfare #vancouver #bitcoin #rain #stackingsats